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You won't find Righteousness89 on a post like this even if you quote him a million times. But you will find him where ever someone has died... So, position yourself properly. Look for a gory story of death, especially involving sex. Then you are sure to find him there. He is the minister of deathly fear. ![]() GODSENT253: |
There is such a thing called ASUU, NASU, and SSANU strike actions currently on-going. But at least if they officially open the tertiary institutions Nigerians will better know the state of things. ODJ124: |
And yet he is so wealthy. :-) Don't let the no-cream face deceive you. :-) Spaxon: |
People should stop talking about Jonathan please. He too was a failure, just another brand of failure. That Buhari has outdone him in mediocrity isn't the reason to revise recent history and paint Jonathan as an angel. It is more like praising 20% score because you are now grappling with 2% score. They are both F9. RuudVanNisteroy: |
That's about 2 million more than the population of Australia. |
A petty thief breaking into the vault of a grand master thief. ![]() TMSMedia: |
In case you are not beyond help, an idol is an image or representation of a god used as an object of worship. 'Catholic' is Christianity, 'Pentecostal' is Christianity. A traditional worshiper could also have quipped that Ogun, Sango, Oya, Esu etc, are also not the same and you would have gone right on to band all of them in one basket. The next time you see a crucifix on your altar or around your neck, on your church walls, etc and the statue of Mary... remember very clearly that those are all idols too. Christian idols. PS: I always knew that a low IQ might be a qualifying criterion for being an extremist Christian/Muslim/Religionist... In a place of logical reasoning the best you could come up with was to try to preach your Christ to me. Aren't you such an Einstein! Wonderful. Taiwojon: |
See im face like medical problem. ![]() |
There is nothing professional about keeping quiet here. And, there's no way anyone is going to accuse you of being part of the scam (if you are not part of) from the story you have just narrated. ALEX182: |
Aren't you such a dumb individual? Because it is African, then it is an idol... What about the statue of Mary and the Christ on the Cross that many Christians bow to? How about those for an idol? Righteousness89: |
You have changed your mind...so fast. One can not even play with you... small rough play with Baba on suit and you're already calling for agbada. :-D Spaxon: |
Very smart kid... Very very smart for her age. |
Criminal government. I wouldn't be surprised if it's the same contractor or politician who awarded the contract is the same person behind the destruction of the fence. So they award the contract a second time... and of course to the benefit of their selfsame pocket. |
Yes you are. Others who own businesses in Nigeria will confirm this. Gerrard59: |
My right fingers was already in her nanoskirt and within a breath of slipping across her left buttock and down the overhead descent and into the narrow alley that leads to the wetter part... That was my intention in any case. That was the logical next stage and I wasn't at all surprised that she had come up to my hotel room without an underwear... I have always relished the near-narcotic exhilaration that comes with accessing the p*ssy without the distraction of peeling off the panties... Plus, you could never misread a lady's interest, coming up to your hotel room after extensive flirting downstairs at the pool... The near feather-light rap on my door... It was almost clockwork. I had expected her and was waiting around but by the telephone... But no, I didn't think she was going to be able to locate my room. I had expected a call from the receptionist... But I got that eternally feminine, Knock! knock! knock! on my door. I opened the door and it was her, standing there in a short skirt, skimpier shirt tied up just below the breast... With the level of my lust this night, any lady would look sexy and beautiful. Accepted. Yet she was beautiful, criminally so. Suddenly morality made no sense... Was libido created to waste? Or an enthralling-ly attractive lady for naught? The service of beauty must be supremely beyond the purpose of marriage. It must involve the satisfying of my pulsating members... That moment morality was re-interpreted, and only a criminal would look away from this engulfing sight. The flirty face was still there. Hers. As for mine, I had no idea the message my expressions were passing across. But I shifted away from the doorway, and she slowly, deliberately catwalked in past me... When she was level with me, she turned to face me, brushed her breasts against my chest.. No bra, just two lumps of temptation flimsily covered by her shirts. The shirt covering was all hypocrisy, I felt the nipple point graze against my chest. If this wasn't a green light, then I must have been colour-blind. I closed the door. Being the chatty type my first impulse, my only impulse, was to chit-chat and get familiar with her. But the moment the door was shut, she pushed me against the door and tiptoed up to give me a kiss... She tasted like fruit. Guava. This time her needles pierced beyond my chest into my soul, without looking at them I began to imagine how much difference sucking on them would bring into my life. They might even change my life. Just one night is enough to change a man's life, and a good sex is the tool. I looked into her eyes, she had birthmark in one of the eyes' whiteness and a load of lust struggling to burst out all at once. I preened apart her shirt, brought out the breasts... They were what breasts were originally intended to be. Brown and proud. Soft yet hard. A delicacy that must be consumed, slowly yet exhaustively. This wasn't going to be a night for a gentleman and a coy lady after all... I put my hand inside her skirt... She wasn't wearing an underwear. While my right hand made its way across her ass, I inserted my left in the front part of her skirt... Hesitant pubic hair was there, short and a little prickly... The clit was prominent and slippery... I brushed a finger lightly around it... She jerked forward against me, and buried her lips into mine... As I tried climbing my right hand down her ass towards accessing her wetness from the rear, that was when I heard it... Two gunshots in quick succession somewhere on my floor of the hotel. My fingers froze on her clit, and her lips on mine. Not yet edited. (To be continued). |
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Life is a solo race. You start having peace when you stop comparing yourself with others, and importantly when you understand that the rule of success in life has nothing to do with the path you have chosen. If I could go back in time to when I was about to fill my JAMB form, I definitely wouldn't chose a professional course. I would choose a 4-year course, at a school that would not waste my time. I would finish, do NYSC, and never return to school for MSc and PhD. Why doing Undergraduate I would apprentice myself with a business owner, offer my time for free if I must, and jump into full-time business during NYSC and after. And yes, I wouldn't leave the country. I would sit put and do business, only traveling out for business or for vacation. The Nigerian economy with its toxic inflation is never designed for salary earners no matter how much salary you are paid. Business is the only engagement that can respond dynamically to the changing prices of things. |
I'll check if they will. It's been nice exchanging posts with you even if I never directly commented on your original post... The matter dey somehow confusing... That's a fine piece of steel your man has been gifted with, but then no babe randomly gives a guy something that valuable if there's nothing going on between them, if she doesn't owe him, or if she doesn't expect something in return. But if you have a sincere discussion with him and he assures you there is nothing between them (which will depend on him asking the babe directly if she expects some impossible favour in return), then I think you should let the matter rest... But you need to keep an eye on him. :-) I wonder if as a man he would allow a random guy to gift his babe (you) something as expensive. I hope the two of you apply maturity in resolving the issue. Spaxon: |
O my goodness... That is just gorgeous.... I hope the machine comes with such an option of orange lamp. Spaxon: |
Black with sodium headlamps definitely looks like a beast. Orange headlamps aren't as common as they used to be though. Spaxon: |
you just spoiled my meal.... why did i read this sh*t. |
Black.... Great choice. I was subconsciously thinking you had choose wine. Or white... I have always had this impression that many can't live with the distinctly bold (near arrogant) aura that accompanies black cars. Of course I love the blackness... black paint, black interior, black wheels... The only thing I want you to see when I drive such is my teeth, and that's if I smile. And if white, just the paint, every other thing black. Spaxon: |
You now see that is isn't difficult to imagine you in that machine. And perhaps you prefer tweaking the paint... White, black or wine is going to make its beauty madly intoxicating. Spaxon: |
I'm glad you like it! :-) It is BMW, an awesome engineering work on wheels. Spaxon: |
If you research the meaning and origin of the word dindinrin I am sure you will find a solution to your problem. |
How about the new BMW series 4... here https://www.autozeitung.de/bmw-4er-coupe-2020-motor-ausstattung-196856.html?image=0 :-D Spaxon: |
Looking at your photo you should also be gifted a car. Spaxon: |
Yeye husband... How come e no notice the blue eyes when im dey work on the woman's reproductive center? You pound yam there twice, two pikin comot, and suddenly you remember say dem get blue eye, carry your load and run... Yeye husband. |
I'm that boy clutching ebony and white ukwu at the same time. Lovely thing to see on your page early Mondo morning. My BP just returns to normal. Thanks. ![]() donstan18: |

